If my pain is your pleasure <br />then I will continence it <br />although I know I shouldn't. <br /> <br />If you in loving me <br />draw blood <br />I will wipe it clean <br />gauze and bandage it. <br /> <br />If my pleasure is to allow you <br />this abandonment <br />from previous <br />hurts you've endured, <br />if this then is the price <br />I must pay <br />then I am willing to expend <br />that coin to see where <br />all of this new love is going. <br /> <br />I too, <br />have my <br />secret price; <br />you too <br />must pay <br />for hurts <br />from my secret past. <br /> <br />And since you are next <br />and closest now <br />you'll have to bare <br />your heart <br />your chest <br />and take my blows; <br /> <br />misdirected it's true <br />and rightly belonging to another <br />who now <br />has receded to my receding past. <br /> <br />Fair is fair: <br />I must hurt <br />for wrongs done you <br />and versa vice; <br />and simultaneously <br />endure <br />the test that love <br />presents <br />to all new <br />couples; <br />Wily past Hurts and Harms <br /> <br />from previous lovers- <br />putting new love to <br />sometimes <br />hurtful tests. <br />. <br />Flail away <br />we both <br />do; <br />true love <br />at the other end <br />my faith says <br />will endure.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-testing/
